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She keeps her lies everywhere
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
I see drops of her everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
the way she wears her weary
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
She will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
When the log rolls over we will all be dead
when you were words
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
She always confused her greys with white.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
His face when she fell
I would have liked thunder when she left
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
But life is hard when the written word is your first language
When the mouse pointer covers part of a word
When she died
In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She always was devious in her beauty
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She thought about giving him her heart
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
She knows no truth except her own.
radios work better when closer to her skin
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
She is what happens when silence makes love with night.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
have you found the words to save her?
It must be morning when she dreams.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
When the words stop working
When Obsolete Words Are Not Obsolete
Remember when you had words for everything?
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
she gave her heart to a falling star
The glass is half full when it comes to your life up until this point. The glass is half empty when it comes to everything you've missed out on.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
I don't like her because she won't like me
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
I cannot find the right words to tell her this
it is the future now, the second hand words are everywhere and plentiful
She Will Have Her Way
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
she had already found her party
and when you woke up, your goldfish bowl was empty?
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
when the credits roll
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder
When she was bad
She bought a new smile every week when we first started seeing each other. Then I had to buy them.
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
A language full of words she understands, but does not know the sound of, yet.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
Here her lesser words were freed to tumble
And When She Sings
She draws with pencils, you draw with words
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
When she is talking to him
She felt like the word 'shatter'
when she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin
When I hear the word 'culture' I reach for my checkbook
When words mean too much
every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
Ecological vs. environmental
There are words. When new ideas confront us, we create new words. We forget that there are no words.
When I hear the word 'culture' I reach for my gun
"Describe life in two words" she said. "Survival test" he replied.
Venus, when she is the evening star
When Did You See Her Last?
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
She flies with her own wings
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Empty at last she had room to unfurl
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
The words beneath her words
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
So bashful when I spied her
The portion of her face she allows me to see
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
serene. She sips her tea
At night, her eyes closed, she would
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
she lit her thumb on fire
bag of words
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
when still her eyes held water
My mother loves me. She uses the good sandwich bags.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
She asked me to read her a poem
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She practices her speech
does she need to touch her own face to know?
empty words
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field

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